OCEANIC LOVE

hat which man know or do not know. Never could I get beyond an imperfect knowledge of their alphabet. Enabling me to spell out here and there a word of little meaning, but the great oceans ceasin

cool pearls in my face, I lingered a long and listened to a story sad and strange as a sweet voiced woman telling in a foreign tongue and punctuating with tears and size a tail of true love. Upon the beach. They walked in days that seemed to man long, long ago. How brief and strain is the little lives of men and so best with customs reigned to cramp the heart and curse the soul before it. To me here. Since the time began to build that bridge of size and tears that link the two eternities, it seems but yesternight that I hand in hand they wandered here. So w

ong forgotten kings, cruel as winter winds blown across icy northern seas. It is a guilty love, she said. And he looked at her as if doubting that he heard. Then turned and went like one that dreamed for thought of wrong to her had dwelt not with him. He had but worshipped her as devout sabian, might the sun and host of heaven. Again he came. But he was all alone, long and lonely. He paced the dreary beach beneath the wintry sky until the cold mists seemed changed to mellow light the stormy sky to one of summer jammed by a myriad stars and queens by harvest moon. The cool wind sleeping or the barren waste to music and the merry laughter of men and maids and she was by his side her lovely eyes making the blood dance through every vein he put forth his hands to her. But this guy changed from gold to lead the drift weed blew about his feet. The cold mists settled down upon him and crept with icy fingers into his heart and he cursed the lying vision, the shrieking wind, the cold mi

ray dawn found him sleeping with his face upon the web sand once trodden by the feet that now trampled on his heart. Then I sent waves cool and sweet to kiss his cheek and he awoke and waking said. Kisses for me. They are cold. Great mother ocean, but not so cold as love burned out leaving but the bitter ashes of contemptuous pity. I dreamed that I was afloat upon thy bosom with her. I did so dearly love and thou wish bearing a spinach a sunset sky to a fair island fringed with palms and musical with sounds of birds and rippling springs where we too should live forever that as we flo

y. The old old curse that had hung about our house like a beautiful shadow for thrice 100 years bursting at times into bloody fuse without apparent cause and dreadful mutinies against the laws of man and will of god tis vain to further fight with faith to have dragged me down even as it did my great grandfather who climbed famed dizzy heights and stood poised in mid heaven the master mind of Britain's mighty world then. Like a tall mountain pine blasted at the top by the ridden boats of god. Plunged a falling star to the depths of everlasting darkness and died a decade before his death. Nor iron wheel descended through my sire from a

and the servant stayed announced to be ready to defend her in case we begin talking about love. Our love is born, said my friend. But why servant does not love somebody more like herself in her spiritual and external qualities and why she fell in love with other ladies? We all call him this note how far questions of personal happiness are of consequence of love. All that is unknown. One can take what view one likes of it. So far, only one incontestable truth has been uttered about loud. This is a great mystery. Everything else that has been written or said about love is not a conclusion, but only a statement of questions which have remained unanswered, the explanation which would seem to fit one case does not apply in a dozen others and the very best thing to my mind would be to explain every case individually without attempting to generalize. We ought, as the doc

in town. Bachelor's use to visit the baths and the restaurants on purpose to talk and sometimes tell the most inte

ess without some repugnance. The land here does not yield much. And if one is not to farm at a loss, one must employ surf labor or hired laborers, which is almost the same thing or put it on a peasant footing that is work to feel oneself and with one's family there is no middle path. But in those days I did not go into such subtleties. I did not leave a cloud of earth unturned. I gathered together all the peasants, men and women from the neighboring villages. The work went on at a tremendous pace. I myself cloud and sold and raped and I was bored doing it and frowned with disgust like a village cat driven by hunger to eat cucum

o me was my acquaintance with Logan of it. The vice president of the circuit courts. You both know him a most charming personality. It all happened just after a celebrated case of incendiarism. The preliminary investigation lasted two days. We were exhausted Logan of itch, looked at me and said. Look here, come round to dinner with me. This was unexpected as I knew lugan of it very little only officially and I had never been to his house. I only just went to my hotel room to change and went off to dinner. And here it was my lot to meet Anna alexiev na lucado vichy's. At that time she was still very young, not more than 22, and her first baby had been born just six months before. It is all a thing of the past and now I should find it difficult to define what there was so exceptional in her what it was in her attracted me so much at the time at dinner, it was all perfectly clear to me. I saw a lovely. Young, good, intelligent, fascinating woman such as I had never met before and I felt her at once some one close and already familiar as though that faced those cordial, intelligent eyes I had seen somewhere in my childhood in the album. Which lay

n the interval. I looked and there was another friend sitting beside the governor's wife and again the same irresistible, thrilling impression of beauty and sweet caressing eyes and again the same feeling of nearness we sat side by side then went to the foyer. You have grown thinner, she said, have you been. Yes, i've had rheumatism in my shoulder and in rainy weather I can't sleep. He looked dispirited in the spring. When yo

nannounced as though I were one of the family. " Who is there?" I would hear from a far away room in the drawling voice that seemed to me so lovely. "It is my friend." Answered the maid. The nurse would come out to me with an anxious face and would ask every time, "Why is it so long since you have been here? Is there anything happened." Her eyes, the elegant, refined hand she gave me her indoor dress the way she did her hair, her voice, her step. I always produced the same impression on me

ied by some creditor or had not money enough to pay interest on the proper day. The two of them husband and wife. I could whisper something at the window, then he would come to me and say whether gray face. If you really are in need of money at the moment. The husband said, "You can start to knowledge my wife and I beg you not to hesitate to borrow from us" He would blush to his ears with emotion and it would happen that after a whispering in the same way at the window, he would come up to me with red ears and say my wife and I earnestly beg you to accept this present. And he would give me studs a cigar case or a lamp and I would send them game butter and flowers from the country. They both, by the way, had considerable means of their own. In early days, I often borrowe

gth to fight against it. It seemed to be incredible that my gentle, Sad love could all at once coarsely break up the even tenor of life of her husband, her children and all the household in which I was so loved and trusted would it be honourable. She would go away with me, but where could I take her would have been a different matter. If I had no a beautiful nor a interesting life there before. For instance, I had been struggling for the emancipation of my country. But on other side I had been a celebrated man of science and artist or a painter. But as it was, it would mean taking her from one every day humdrum wife to another as humdrum or pe

would be difficult to find such a girl in the whole town. Meanwhile, the years were passing. She had already had two children. When I arrived at the hotel, the servant smiled cordially the children shouted that uncle of it had come and hung on my neck. Every one was overjoyed they did not underst

we were strangers couldn't snows what people were saying about us in the town already. But there was not a word of truth in it at all in the latter years. She took to go away for frequent visits to her mother or to her sister. She began to suffer from low spirits she began to recognize that her life was spoilt and unsatisfied. At that time she did not care to see her husband nor her children she was already being tre

t. They had to sell their furniture, their horses, their summer villa. When they drove out of the villa and afterwards looked back as they we